Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 43

Spencer floored the gas pedal all the way to Dorsey International, and when he reversed to park beneath the towering edifice, he scraped a Lamborghini that was just pulling into the spot next door.

Recognizing the familiar license plate, his brow furrowed with irritation as he stepped out of the car. Of all the rotten luck, he just had to run into this jinx!

A petite girl emerged from the other vehicle, her nose adorned with designer shades, her skin so smooth it almost glared in the sunlight. She glanced up at the imposing Dorsey Tower, slid her sunglasses off, and let out a sharp whistle that cut through the hustle and bustle of the crowd before tossing them carelessly back into her car.

The tattoos covering her exposed, pale arms belied her girlish demeanor, giving her an air of rebelliousness.

Upon s

seeing Spencer, she turned and greeted him with a casual swagger. “Spencer.”

Tiffanie Harkins, clad in a crop top tank, slung her purse over her shoulder with a flamboyant toss.

“I heard you got the boot from Maxie, and that Brielle got bumped up to director?”

and for cycling through boyfriends like seasonal outfits. She was the black sheep

rose tattoos adorning her arm, his expression

back from the family estate. Uncle Ryan’s

to avoid further entanglement, Spencer made to head upstairs

tow to the garage and flashed a toothy grin at Spencer. ‘I’m actually headed up to see Maxie too. Let’s ride

sight of her dressed so inappropriately, daring to strut in front of Max in such

the elevator together, and Spencer’s rational mind began to regain control. This was the time for executive meetings; making a scene now would only put him further

floor, Tiffanie stepped out first, her familiarity with the place evident as she headed straight for the

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Chepler

nonchalantly.

circulated by Dorsey International the previous day had set new rules

dared to speak out against the man seated before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his presence casting a

newly promoted Brielle before

at ease, leaned back in her chair, licked her lips, and caught her name amidst the discussions. Her eyes met Max’s just as a beam of sunlight glinted off the buttons of

“Ms. Haywood?”